“Hey, Butch,” she says, putting her hand on my forearm to stops me from leaving. “Thanks for coming.”
My mind whirls with what she’s just said and how that would sound with her on her knees in front of me. The way she’s looking at me now, I wonder if she’s ever had a cock on her lips.
“Anytime,” I say as I nod to the card. “You have my number.”
I walk out and hear the door close behind me as I follow the boys to the truck. When I get in the cab I grip the steering wheel and take one last look at her window. I think for a second I see the curtain move, but I’m probably wrong. My mind is all over the place tonight and I need to remind myself that a girl like that is off limits. I’m old enough to be her dad and she was probably just being nice. I’m a dirty motherfucker for all the thoughts I’ve had and getting some distance is good.
“Holy fucking shit.” Elijah says from the back seat and I see him lean his head back. “Did that just really happen?”
“Watch your mouth,” I say, pulling out of the parking lot and driving towards the house.
“I can’t believe we just met BlackoutBomb. She’s a badass.” Owen is beside me and I look over and see him adjust in his seat and I’m annoyed.
“It’s just a girl. You two need to get yourselves under control.” My knuckles are turning white and I’m talking to myself as much as to them.
“Seriously, Dad? Maybe you need to get laid, because that was some high-quality shit back there and you’re acting like it was old Mrs. Krabappel with a broken toilet.” He curses again and then I hear him laugh. “I can’t wait to get home. I’m going to have the sweetest dreams tonight.”
My skin crawls when I think about the boys doing stuff to the image of Harlow. Why do I feel so protective of her and why do I care? It must be because I’m a dad and I have an instinct for it.
I’m too fucking hard for someone I can’t have.
Chapter Three
Harlow
I fidget with the card Butch gave me because I’m unable to put it down. I’ve had it locked tightly in my hand since he left it because I’m worried that if I put it down I might lose it. My place is a mess, and I should try and do some damage control before my cousin shows up here tomorrow with the other contractor. She’s going to kill me, but maybe if I clean it up a bit it won’t look so bad.
The boys with Butch tried to clean some of it up for me, but Butch was pretty much pushing them through the door to get them out of here. One second I thought he might be checking me out and the next he couldn’t get away from me fast enough.
I take the card over to my laptop and place it safely next to it.
I can’t stop thinking of Butch standing there when I opened the door. I felt a calm roll over me and the constant chatter in my head stopped for a moment as I took him in. I thought he was handsome, but that’s not the right word. He’s sexy as hell in a rugged, worked hard way and he has to be one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen. He reminded me of one of those badass Navy SEALs from Call of Duty—a game I spend way too much time on. If I didn’t know any better I would think one of my fantasies has finally come to life and he came to save the day!
It was cute when the boys knew who I was, but Butch didn’t look as though he cared when they mentioned my name. It isn’t some big pride of mine that I’m really good at Call of Duty, but for some reason I wanted him to perk up at it and show some interest. He hadn’t and I’m pretty sure he snapped at the boys to get back to work.
I probably shouldn’t call them boys because they looked to be about a year or two younger than me. Not that anyone would be able to tell that from looking at me. I’ve always looked young for my age and more so when I don’t dress up or put on any makeup on. If this place wasn’t such a mess I’d ask my cousin to come over early and do my makeup before Butch gets here. I want to look sexy and maybe catch his eye or something.
I make my way over to the mess at the sink and try to clean it up as best I can. I slip and fall twice while I’m doing it and there’s already a bruise forming on my thigh.